My Siamese cat, Xingxing, is a bundle of energy and curiosity, often leading to situations that test my patience and sanity. With its insatiable thirst for exploration, it has become quite the escape artist, turning my life into a series of unpredictable adventures.
Xingxing’s curiosity knows no bounds. It’s always on the lookout for new places to explore, and its eagerness often gets the better of it. On several occasions, as soon as I open the door, it darts out into the hallway, meowing loudly at the neighbors’ doors. It gives the impression that I’m mistreating it, when in reality, it’s just driven by its overwhelming curiosity.But even as a one – and – a – half – year – old neutered cat, Xingxing’s adventurous spirit remains unbroken.
Recently, an incident occurred that truly tested my ability to stay calm. A neighbor’s silver tabby cat, which had just given birth to a litter of kittens and seemed to be in heat again, started rolling around outside my window. Sensing the change in the air, Xingxing, perhaps feeling the call of nature, decided it was time for an adventure. In a fit of restlessness, it tore through the window screen and disappeared into the night.
When I returned to the cat shelter to clean and do a headcount, I couldn’t find Xingxing anywhere. I searched every corner of the room, and when I saw the tattered window screen in the second bedroom, I knew exactly what had happened. Despite my initial frustration, I decided to stay calm. Since Siamese cats are often compared to dogs in their loyalty and sense of direction, I convinced myself that it would find its way home. So, I closed the door and went about my business, even treating myself to a nice meal, trying to stay positive.
When I returned home, I checked the area around the window, and to my surprise, I found signs that Xingxing had indeed come back. The footprints on the windowsill, the empty food bowl, and the disturbed cat litter told the whole story. At that moment, a mix of anger and disbelief welled up inside me. I couldn’t help but wonder who was in charge here. Was this place just a playground for it to come and go as it pleased?
Determined to teach it a lesson, the next day, when it was time to prepare the cat food, I opened the window wide. After finishing the cleaning and distributing food to the other cats, I heard a weak, hungry meow coming from the enclosure under the window. I knew it was Xingxing. Pretending to be nonchalant, I called out its name as I stepped onto the small platform outside the window. It answered me, its voice full of a flirtatious tone that only made me more certain of its identity.
I reached out my hand, trying to soothe it, assuring it that I was there to rescue it. But it was being difficult, stretching out its neck hesitantly and making those annoying little noises, pushing the limits of my patience. In a burst of anger, I grabbed it by the scruff of its neck and pulled it out. As I held it in my arms, it looked thoroughly unimpressed, as if it didn’t understand what all the fuss was about.
The short journey from where it was hiding to the window, a distance of less than 20 meters, took only about two minutes. But in those two minutes, both of us seemed to brace ourselves. I knew it was in for a good scolding, and I was prepared for the struggle of holding onto this feisty feline. Despite all the trouble it causes, Xingxing’s adventurous spirit and mischievous nature are what make it so uniquely lovable. It may drive me crazy at times, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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